David Michael Jackson

My God Poem by H E Hasben

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My God didn’t drown babies
because he was mad at adults.
My God didn’t leave babies in the rubble of some city
on purpose.
My God wouldn’t need to kill
babies
to convince any Pharaoh.
My God tortures no one
for eternity.
My God knows nothing of days nor seven days.
My God needs no
horsemen .

My God created
no perfect universe,
no unchanging Adam or Eve.
My God created evolution
and an imperfect universe where
imperfection creates change.

My God created
a universe that can explode again and again
if necessary,
a universe that is made up of space and
energy
that may last
forever.
My God gave me
forever.
I figure he has a lot of time on his hands
or her hands and
with a lot of time on his hands he’ll get
bored again
and need me
to
ask him stupid questions.
The angels are such yes men
and the people in heaven are such
an adoring crowd.
Surely he needs someone to
talk
to
but
If your God gets me
I’m a crispy critter
You gave me free will Lord.
Will you burn me for using it?
“He’s a good fellow and twill all be well.” **

** The Rubayyat of Omar Khayyam

 

 

Poems To Go

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Get a poem out.
Okay boys get those presses working.
The world is waiting for another poem.
Time is money in the poem business.

Get a bag of that angst
measure out that anger.

Gotta move.
We’re Poems to Go.
Man that window
they’ll be lining up soon.
Wrap those poems.
Here throw in some of this sadness
I got it from the wife.
It’s left overs
from that country song.

 

 

david michael jackson   April 22,2012

Why Do You Write Poem

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“Why do you do that,

Why do you write these poems?”,

she said as she put her smokes on the table.

I don’t know

I don’t remember starting things.

So why do you continue

you blogger you,

putting your words among these billions of other words

from people like you,

pouring out their lives like salt,

salt which others will sweep away.

Why do you do this anononymous thing, this

insignificant scribbling of

chipmunks on a log?

Because the keyboard is there.

Why does someone pray?

Maybe I’m talking to Him.

Maybe I’m just talking to myself.

Maybe I’m the only one who thinks I’m clever

and I read myself for

my tiny little ego.

I write for me.

That’s it.

When I say waterfall

I see a waterfall,

flowing off the hillside and falling

falling

into a wonderful mist which

settles into a green

pool of spring time

water.

I wash myself in this water.

 

 

 

david michael jackson April 21, 2012   editors@artvilla.com

 

Abstract Mouse Painting

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See more of David’s Abstract Original Paintings
Sexy little mouse?
I usually am awarded this kind of keyword. A mouse is just what I made of it. Others see something else maybe. It was the purpose to let the viewer make his own decisions as to what it is. That doesn’t work out in this venue, the internet art gallery. My robot friends want to know where to put it. Someone will actually ask for an abstract mouse painting. I know these things because I’m already there for cat, turtle and a bunch of other abstract animals. At least my abstract cat painting is an abstract. Most of the others look like cats. LOL. There is another artist somewhere saying, “At least my abstract cat looks like a cat.” LOL again.

So this is my abstract mouse painting. I have to keep these two painting apart to protect the mouse.

editors@artvilla.com . my modern art paintings

We All Poem

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We all

look in the mirror

we all

know what race we are

we all

have notions about the other races.

We all get together with others of our race

and

talk about the other races.

We all

are predjuced.

 

We know if our knees knock

we know if our nose is crooked, if our feet are ugly.

But we don’t seem to know

how much we need to

overcome and

how far we

need to

go.